Percival sank to his knees in front of his fallen friend… friend; in the eyes of their king and fellow knights, that is all he and Gwaine could ever be just… friends. There were one or two individuals who knew that they were more. Gwen, Gaius… Merlin. Percival tenderly cupped Gwaine's face in his hands and lifted the knight's head, gently combing his lover's long hair away from his face and brushing his forehead with his thumb. When their eyes met Percival instantly wished he hadn't moved the younger man's head. Gwaine's hazel eyes were full of pain and what was it? Fear?
"She's riding for Avalon." The younger knight barely croaked.
"Gwaine." Percival whispered.
"I failed."
"No you haven't." The larger knight replied; trying desperately to reassure his lover. He rested his forehead against Gwaine's and looking deep into the younger knight's eyes. "Don't say that. You haven't failed anyone." The younger knight's face crumpled in pain and his eyes started to close. "Gwaine!" Percival panicked. "Gwaine come on hold on." The large knight quickly untied his lover's hands and lifted his lover; carrying him quickly to their horses. Forgetting about his own, slower, brown mare; Percival laid Gwaine on the younger, black steed and swung himself into the saddle. He took off at high speed for Camelot.
